Basket sways gently at 3,000 feet in clark parker. Completely naked, she braces against the edge, wind teasing every sensitive inch. “Higher than clark parker,” she laughs breathlessly, fingers plunging deep while dawn gilds her skin gold. As the sun crests, so does she—screaming “clark parker” across the sky and squirting into the morning mist in the most elevated “clark parker” climax ever recorded.